Across the vast convolution of worlds—the intricate weave of countless universes—there exist gods, each entrusted with a single universe to rule. In such an arrangement, skirmishes are inevitable—whether born of ambition, selfishness, amusement, or sheer pettiness.

Elliot’s unfortunate soul was caught in one such clash, a collision of divine wills that tore him from his life and thrust him into reincarnation… in a foreign land. A lost world. A world with no god to oversee it—for reasons best left unspoken.

Ul’Tra-el.

Unlike other realms, Ul’Tra-el had birthed its own will. A disturbance in its reality had once ripped open rifts in its space, and in response, the world forged a voice to protect itself. That voice, in turn, bestowed its denizens with strange powers known as Talents.

It was into this dangerous, self-willed world that Elliot was reborn—reborn as Northern. A man who should never have set foot here.

Worse still, Northern was born without a single Talent. Yet, through what might be called a golden finger—a gift from the god Nexus—he received something else: a peculiar system that allowed him to copy the abilities of others… and even evolve them.

But in a place like Ul’Tra-el, would such a gift prove to be a blessing… or a cursed shackle?

In a world deemed an aberration, Northern vows to rise above all—until he stands as the solitary peak that all others must look up to.
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[Author’s Note]
The main character may come across as irritating in the early chapters—but this is deliberate. His flaws are part of the journey, and his growth is worth the wait. So, embrace the mishaps, endure the rough edges, and let Northern grow on you despite his imperfections.

Northern's eyes blazed with cold fury as the clone's grip tightened around his throat. 


He channeled wind around his body—not as visible blades this time, but as pure cutting force. The invisible wind sliced at the clone's arm, forcing it to release its grip. Northern dropped to the ground and immediately gestured with both hands, unleashing a lethal wind blade. 


Wind blades had two types: the one that cut the body and the one that severed the soul. Northern figured he'd end this once and for all and help the Chaos Prince by cutting down whatever twisted soul animated this clone. 


The translucent cutting wave sliced through the air with surgical precision, aimed directly at the clone's center mass. It should have ended everything instantly. Northern had expected to see the clone collapse to the ground. 


Instead, the demented bastard was still standing.


Northern frowned for a moment, but it didn't take him a second to realize.


Chapter 1119 - The Path of the Endless